business calls.”
“You had no permission.”
“You called my office and offered me money to destroy evidence.”
Richard turned to me.
“Listen to how he talks.
Evidence?
He’s setting this up like some courtroom drama.”
“Why did Daniel write that you must never control the trust?”
Richard’s jaw tightened.
“What trust?”
“The one you flew across the world to protect.”
He reached for the letter, but I pulled it against my chest.
“Mom, Dad was confused near the end.”
“He wrote clearly enough to name you.”
“He blamed me for everything.
You know how he was.”
“No, Richard.
I know how you told me the house belonged to the family before I was even gone.”
His face hardened.
“Because you were throwing away our inheritance.”
“My home was not your inheritance while I was living in it.”
“It wasn’t only your home.
Dad paid for it.”
“So did I.
Thirty-eight
